my mind begins to hum...

[the fire elf]

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[the fire elf]

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[the fire elf]

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[mayavin]

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[mayavin]

see?, or do you need me to show you?

[mayavin]

[the fire elf]

[the fire elf]

*takes note of xtc radio london*

[mayavin]

[mayavin]

[mayavin]

who's to say the thirds not the master?

[the fire elf]

when a pictures worth a thousand words,
how quick could you grow your vocabulary?

[mayavin]

biochemicals are made to line up when they bump into each other.

[the fire elf]

[mayavin]

signifying when one perceives themself, if they are properly paying attention,
they would feel a fair amount of space

[mayavin]

and then you can throw a lil' "english" (billiards term) on the elocution:

see... thing is, .. i'm made of atoms.

[the fire elf]

it's the trick of standing the awareness upon reality, not words composed of no atoms

[mayavin]

[the fire elf]

The most common question I hear when I show my art - besides
technical issues - is "where do you get your ideas from". The following
questions usually are about if I have a lot of nightmares and such. The
answer to the second question is easy; no, I never have nightmares, I
also do not put any greater effort into remembering my dreams if they
aren't exceptional in some way. In the past I wrote down virtually all my
dreams for a while, but it ended when I woke several times each night to
take notes on the most trivial dreams. To begin writing down your dreams
is similar to a tourist giving bakshish to beggars; you do not still a need,
you're opening a maelstrom.
The answer to the first question, Where I get my ideas from is what I now
will try to give an answer to. Before 1995 I painted more by whims, I
often constructed images coloured by megalomanic, mythological
ponderings. I discovered though that some images came from another
source which was far more personal, honest and more interesting. Some
images just kind of appeared, complete, crystal clear in my head. I noted
that I in some states of consciousness saw images flashing by my inner
eye, images which then stuck like "photographic" memories until I painted
them.

I decided rather quickly to give up all made up nonsense and only paint
these visions. I usually get them in the border zone between being awake
and asleep, therefore I always have a small notepad beside my bed. How
it works can be described as follows: Imagine yourself in a dark cinema
looking towards the screen. Suddenly the light is turned on for a split
second and during this second you see an image on the screen.

[the fire elf]

I follow no "ism". Don't call me a "fantasy artist" or a "surrealist" because
those shoes do not fit. This is my religion. It's a faith which proves itself.
Through my visions a path opens towards a greater understanding of
myself and my place in the universe. If this sounds self-centred it's a
correct observation, but, if I should "do the right thing" seen from an
economic -altruistic- perspective and paint what I know will sell, "give the
audience what it wants" then I would not only miss what my visions have
to say about my own life but I would also fail those who are like me and
see themselves in my art.

I follow no "ism". Don't call me a "fantasy artist" or a "surrealist" because
those shoes do not fit. This is my religion. It's a faith which proves itself.
Through my visions a path opens towards a greater understanding of
myself and my place in the universe. If this sounds self-centred it's a
correct observation, but, if I should "do the right thing" seen from an
economic -altruistic- perspective and paint what I know will sell, "give the
audience what it wants" then I would not only miss what my visions have
to say about my own life but I would also fail those who are like me and
see themselves in my art.

[the fire elf]

you're opening a maelstrom.

[mayavin]

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[the fire elf]

[mayavin]

From the beginning of time, a certain rock on the
Mountain of Fruit and Flowers had been soaking up the goodness of nature
and QI energy. One day this pregnant rock released a stone egg, and
from it hatched a Stone Ape, who solemnly bowed to the Four Corners of
the Earth — then jumped off to have fun.

This was MONKEY. He was high-spirited, egotistical and full of mischievous
pranks. He was soon having a wonderful time as King of the Apes. But a
niggling worry began to gnaw at him — one which would change his life.
The Monkey King feared Death.

To find immortality, MONKEY became the disciple of Father Subodhi, a
rather dour DAOist sage. The sage, unimpressed with his simian tricks,
gave the Monkey King a new title: 'Disciple Aware of Emptiness'. MONKEY
was very pleased with this epithet, not realising it referred to the vacuum in his head.

But after much haggling, Father Subodhi uttered the words of Illumination,
explained the process of Cloud-Flying — and also revealed the secret of
the Seventy-Two Transformations. Which, thought MONKEY, was
extremely good value for money.

Returning home to his monkey subjects, he discovered they were under
seige by a fearsome monster. Magic tricks were no good — what he
needed was a weapon. So he whizzed off to the Dragon King AO-KUANG
and cajoled his way into the Treasury. There he found the great Magic
Wishing Staff, a huge rod of black iron which Heaven had used to flatten
the bed of the Milky Way. It weighed 13,000 pounds but could expand to
fill the Universe or shrink to the size of a needle. MONKEY was delighted
with this Weapon of Mass Destruction and used it to bludgeon many a
demon thereafter.

It wasn't long before reports of MONKEY's tricks started to reach the
austere ears of the JADE-EMPEROR. First the DRAGON-KINGS complained
of rudeness and theft. Then YEN-LO-WANG, the God of Death, lodged a
formal protest. "That intolerable ape has just vandalised my filing system and made monkeys immortal. What are you going to do about it?"

Not wishing to shed needless karma, the JADE-EMPEROR invited MONKEY
to Heaven and gave him a job. Without pay, of course. This plan to keep
the peace was amazingly successful for an entire day. Then MONKEY
discovered that his post as Keeper of the Heavenly Stables was so lowly,
even the horse manure ranked higher than him.

Insulted beyond belief, MONKEY ran amok, burst into the JADE-
EMPEROR's court and dared to threaten his august person. The Ruler of
the Universe sighed, consulted his advisors and bestowed a new title upon
him: Great Sage, Equal Of Heaven. "That's much better," said MONKEY,
impressed.

But by his very nature the Great Sage was irrepressibly naughty. He just
couldn't help it. He gobbled up LAO-ZI's Longevity Pills, stuffed his face
with the precious Peaches of Immortality, gatecrashed official parties and
made insulting gestures to all and sundry. Finally he left Heaven in
disgust, claiming it wasn't good enough for him.

Now the JADE-EMPEROR finally lost his esteemed cool. He sent the
Heavenly army to obliterate MONKEY once and for all. Nothing could
withstand this mighty force... But the Great Stone Ape — immortal,
spiritually illumined and filled with Heavenly essences — was not only
indestructable but also pretty handy in a fight. The forces of Heaven made
an embarrassing display and slunk off in defeat. There was nothing for
it — the Ruler of Heaven called for BUDDHA.

Now BUDDHA, in his infinite wisdom, knew better than to subdue MONKEY
by force. Instead he offered him a wager. "If you're so clever, jump off
the palm of my hand. If you can do that, I'll take the Emperor in as a
lodger and give Heaven to you. But if you can't, I'll expect a full apology
and penance."

The Monkey King laughed to himself. He could travel thousands of miles in
a single leap. The bet was on. BUDDHA stretched out his hand and
MONKEY jumped...

Several thousand miles later, the Great Sage landed in a desolate plain
with great columns reaching up the sky. "These must be the Five Pillars of
Wisdom at the end of the Universe", he thought. "That BUDDHA is just
plain stupid to make such a silly bet." And, to show his disrespect, he
pissed all over the nearest pillar and jumped back to claim his reward.

"Is the Emperor packing his bags yet?" asked MONKEY as he landed. The
Holy One raised a sublime eyebrow. "I don't know why you're grinning,"
he said, "you've been on my palm the whole time. Look." An astonished
MONKEY rubbed his eyes and stared at the five familiar-looking pink
pillars of BUDDHA's hand. Then he smelt the stench of monkey pee and
trembled. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground with a
mountain on top of him.

And there he stayed for five hundred long years, being fed molten copper
and iron pills by an attendent demon while the moss grew in his ears. By
the time GUAN-YIN came along, the Great Sage Equal of Heaven was a
thoroughly humble creature.

As told in Journey To The West, GUAN-YIN enlisted MONKEY as chief
disciple of the young Buddhist monk TRIPITAKA. Together with SANDY
and PIGSY, he protected the boy on his quest to India, battling demons
and righting wrongs along the way. His natural monkey trickery now had
a holy purpose which he unleashed with much enthusiasm — and his
uncontrollable ego was kept firmly in place by a little device of GUAN-
YIN's devising: a head-band made of gold.

The unsuspecting Great Sage was not prepared for the terrible torture of
the Headache Sutra! Whenever MONKEY misbehaved, TRIPITAKA recited
the Sutra and the golden fillet squeezed until his very eyeballs felt like
bursting. Try as he might, he could not remove it. There was no defense
except submission, and pretty soon MONKEY was the most humble
disciple the world has ever known. Usually.

After many many many many adventures, the travellers fulfilled their
quest. MONKEY was rewarded for all his efforts with the title 'Buddha
Victorious Against Disaster' and finally made his peace with Heaven. We
don't know what the Great Sage gets up to nowadays, but presumably he
keeps himself occupied.

[mayavin]

Many there are who think they understand this, yet are far from reality,
for the real truth is so fantastic that the average man could not even keep
the thought in his mind for one minutes consideration

[the fire elf]

[mayavin]

Now, how'd you like to get your participate on? Yeah? Well, you can
make art for Center Camp Cafe as part of their "Dreamscape Project",
or help make sweet graphic design love happen for Burning Man. And if

you've seen our print materials before, you know we don't mess
around. See the "Participate" section down yonder to find out how to
jump

[mayavin]

you can bound about in circles, being where you've been...

what else could you do, but go elsewhere?

[oneeyeddick]

Jump higher than you've never been before ?

[the fire elf]

if the monkeys left the trees, sicced pyrates on europeans, then took stock in stores and such

what could the body accomplish in any position that could not be accomplished through relative differences in position?

what's essentially human, the dream, the beam, or the cope from hope?

trained fleas, lets not be, lest we merely aspire to once was our own

Deoxyribonucleic acid...

we know what the hammer's for. what could be done with a roof?

creation, perserverance, destruction...

no one breathes volcanoe vapor hoping to adapt to craterliving.

witch way does your banter lead you?

what incline do you lean towards?

were i a squirel and this a nut